She said the war had just begun.
That she had been there
Only once.
Laid in mourning, came undone.
For she had lost
Her only son.
She heard the voices.
And the pain they sung.
As they carried their babies
One by one.
No second chances.
What’s done is done.
She waited for justice.
But there were none.
They blamed the founders.
And their “constitution”.
But she blamed those monsters
Holding the gun.
No second chances.
And what’s done is done.
She doesn’t ask for a resolution
She prays for one.